Sunday, 29 September 2013

The Empire has made a critical error and the time for our attack has come.

The data brought to us by the Griffon spies pinpoints the exact location
of Nightmare Moon's new battle station. We also know that the weapon
systems of this 'Death Moon' are not yet operational. With the Imperial
Fleet spread throughout the galaxy in a vain effort to engage us, it is
relatively unprotected. But most important of all, we've learned that
Nightmare Moon herself is personally overseeing the final stages of the
construction of this Death Moon.

Many Griffon's died to bring up this information...

A small team of elite Rebel artists, striking in secret, has created propaganda in our ongoing war against tyranny, against injustice, and against eternal night! As we prepare for our final battle to free the galaxy, look upon the art below, and hold them close to your heart as you head into battle.

May the force be with you.

Gallery for Week 118

01. ShadowSilverwolfThis pegasus flees from darkened skies, maybe they will keep others from seeing the tears forming in her eyes. - fetchbeer

02. Scarlet TwinkleI tried to resist the obvious choice. I really did. I failed. So here's Rebel Twi about to blow up the death Sun.

03. PrynnieCalling all Rebels~ Unite!
(and yes.... I know... it is bad)Leather jackets and light sabers, both kinds of Rebels make bad neighbors. - fetchbeer

Sunday, 22 September 2013

In the cold north, a shadow stirs. A dark presence stretches across Equestria (no, not King Sombra)... it's powerful dark magics have leeched into the land itself, and have found purchase in the soils where we have laid to rest those who have already passed on. The Lich Pony's terrifying grasp has them now, and the army he is raising will destroy the world, unless our greatest heroes can march north and destroy his power... wait... no... that's a video game.

No, these undead are far less organized, but in some cases, no less deadly. From the lone ghoul raised by mistake, to the (surprisingly) coordinated back-up dancers, the dead walk. The creatures of your nightmares (no, not Nightmare Moon) who march upon the world. What was merely the realm of horror movies before is now reality, and the hordes march on, leaving dread and chaos (no, not Discord) in their wake.

But the time has come, to face your fears. To stare death in its empty eyes and know that you can overcome it. To know that the world may change (no, not Chrysalis), but ponies will prevail! Let's take a look at the first-hoof evidence presented by our brave artists who dared confront the horrors of the trotting dead!

01. OtterMattThe hit show of the season, 5AM's "The Trotting Dead!"Beware before you take drastic measures, for your parents may not yet of tasted coffee's pleasures. - fetchbeer

02. Pocket SizedStruck with the dreaded con plague after last weekend's anime convention. Not really the trotting, but feels like death!

05. ScuriLevensteinThese ponies trot around a skull, surely Ponyville is now less dull. - fetchbeer

07. Prynnie~Just when she thought it couldn't get ANY weirder Scootaloo is being visited from the beyond by Toola Roola..

08. dorkasMake sure you have enough old boards, before you have to stop the undead hordes. - fetchbeer

09. David Lockwood

10. Blue WolfUnoriginal title is unoriginal. Bought some new Lyra colored Copic markers so tested them out on this theme! :DWatch out for their snapping jaws, for who knows who that pony was... -fetchbeer

11. Rad-manSubmission form says I'm late, DA page says I have 6 hours. Huh. I'll have to be a day quicker next time?

12. dredaichA skeletal horse with a giant sword, this monster surely will not be ignored. - fetchbeer

13. Abyssal EmissaryI have no idea what's going on... At least Pinkie is having fun.

14. PhilithAnd then it's going to eat me. Oh my GoOoOoOoOd.I don't trust just a chain to hold, but I'm not known for being bold. - fetchbeer

Sunday, 15 September 2013

FLASH
All right, ponies, there was no human. The flash of light you saw in the sky was not a UFO. Swamp gas from a weather balloon was trapped in a thermal pocket and reflected the light from Venus.
Wait, you don't believe me?
You think I'm just a member of another conspiracy trying to erase all evidence of this one? That I'm covering up the existence of a portal to the human world?
Why would I do that? I'm just a normal pony, just like you... And that pen I held up a few moments ago was just that, a pen, nothing special... totally not a top secret government device designed to target specific brain cells responsible for short term memory and eradicate them, removing all trace of a specified time period from your brain...
Curses...
I've been running on again...
Please wait one moment and direct your attention towards my pen.
FLASH

01. JezendarWhat's a surfing shop doing in a town hundreds of miles from the nearest ocean? It's a conspiracy man...They seek to sell thinks you do not need, because there is no sane end to greed. - fetchbeer

02. ScuriLevensteinHow long before this colt is from a cannon fired? Maybe a better job he could have acquired. - fetchbeer

04. ScuriLevensteinWhat Is hidden under these black boxes? Maybe some cute and fluffy foxes? - fetchbeer

05. PhilithAnimated. You might need to click it.Sometime they've hidden things in plain sight, at least if you look with the right light! - fetchbeer

06. ZeldaTheSwordsmanDo not look underneath that blanket there, for what lurks below may cause a scare! - fetchbeer

Sunday, 8 September 2013

The time has come to once more draw in our bountiful harvest. Every week, we plant the seeds of an idea, a simple little theme, and hope that it takes hold. A little love, a little time, and more than a little sweat and toil, and these seeds begin to grow into ripe ideas, fresh thoughts, and inspiring images. So now, we return to the fertile fields of imagination and reap the rewards, a glorious yield of ponies farming, harvesting, preparing for the Autumn months to come. Hard months for some, but with the preparations we've made, we can weather any season!

Or perhaps the reaping is of another kind... a dark taking. Cutting down what once stood tall and proud, and which shall soon lie fallow. Ponies tell tales of a figure walking through the fields at night with a long scythe, a sharp hoof at the end of a long bony limb that knocks upon your door when it is time to trot into the next world, his mouth open to swallow Luna's stars during the day. ...or maybe that's just an old mare's tale.

Instead, let's walk through the fields, bask in the spoils of another week gone by and the hard work put forth to create this wonderful crop of Productive produce planting Ponies and powerful phantasms procuring ponies who've passed on.